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Velocette Venom, seen here at Roebling Road, near Savannah. Not the fastest bike in the class, but faster than I could ride it at the time. I've had other 500 single racers, but this one had no vices, it was sweet as a nut: light clutch, stable comfortable chassis, progressive power delivery, everything very predictable. Easy on the eyes too. It would make a hell of a street bike now. I'm not proud of how I came to part with it, and I've never told this before. I'd raced the Velo a few times in club races and entered it in the 500 Premier class at Mid-Ohio Vintage Days. I was a little nervous about racing there. The entry list for my class had the cream of the crop riding Manx Nortons, G50s and even world champion Gianfranco Bonera. I'm thinking WTF am I doing in this crowd? I chickened out on the morning of the race, and being broke on top of wimpy, I sold it to a competitor. A few months later I tried to buy it back from him, no dice; he knew what he had. He died a couple of years after that and I don't know where it went. Sigh...
Here's another one that got away, but at least under less dishonorable (slightly) circumstances. This was known as the Strode Special, built by Bob Strode. This was a serious race bike I bought after ruminating over the loss of the Venom for a few years. This thing was tiny, and amazingly light. All bolt shanks were drilled; the tank was paper-thin fiberglass and the seat wasn't much thicker. Boy was I happy and proud to get this one. Got it home and tried to sit on it... and could NOT get my foot up on the peg. At this point I was a middle-aged man, not small, and not as flexible as I used to be. You will note the distance from the top of the seat to the footpeg was about 14". With the bike on the stand, I could grasp the bars and stand on the pegs, and try to lower my butt to the seat, but it was just not gonna work, and it was definitely not comfortable, even without leathers on; no way I could do it kitted up. I knew from riding a Yamaha TA125 (which actually had more room) that I was going to crash it if I tried to race this. The bike was worth real money and I didn't want to trash it so this too went to a new home with someone who could actually RIDE it. Sigh... This led me to build a BSA Gold Star race bike, which I knew I could fit on, but that is a story for another day. In my defense, I did have some limited success on other bikes; at least I collected a few cheap plaques and didn't crash them.
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